I left school with a GCSE A-Grade in Art and Design. I can barely remember what that subject was, except that I sketched and painted a lot. I don’t remember learning anything much besides how to stare at an object and sketch what I saw. Stare and sketch. And repeat.
And then I left school. No direction. No focus. No plan.
It’s ludicrous that twenty five years later, I’m painting again for the first time since that GCSE art class. Last year I dabbled with digital painting. I’ll continue to do that but, now I’m actually painting. Oil on canvas.
It’s quite literally like starting all over again as a forty-something artist.
As with a blank canvas, the possibilities are endless.
No rules. No expectations.
Just blank canvas...
Let’s see what happens.